But now, there’s sadness in his life owing to his slightly older-model Ferrari getting cracked up while in the custody of his Ferrari dealership. Of course, the dealership has offered to fix it up and/or offered to let him buy a newer, unused Ferrari at a higher price, but that’s not good enough for G.

*Apparently, the people behind the Secret Millionaire show wanted to show a big delta between the lifestyle of his real-life SoMA pad vs. the Tenderloin hovel that he shacked-up in during the filming of the show. Well, some people got carried away with the made-for-TV furnishings. So that’s where the zebra pelt and chandelier came in. Ironically, you might prefer to live in that hovel on Larkin Street – it’s not that bad, right across the street from Homeland Security. Typical Americans watching had no idea that the rent on that supposedly unlivable apartment in the Tenderloin was more than their flyover country mortgage payments…

And you’re not even contigulous with us, you’re not connected to us – you’re about five miles south. So, using your absurd naming scheme as inspiration, what’s there to stop Inglewood, CA* from reincorporating as South Beverly Hills or South Bel Air? Wouldn’t that be equally as ridiculous?